A Month of Thankfulness

I woke up this morning and it was November 1st. That in itself is reason enough to give thanks ... because every year I forget how hard Halloween is for a Kindergarten teacher. And I teach at a Christian school ... we do not mention the day at all. Wait. Let me be clear ... I do not mention the day at all. My littles? Not. So. Much. Y'all. Last week was rough.

But, it's over! November is here. And before we jump headfirst into the beauty of Christmas, can we all resolve to spend this month just being thankful? It is so easy to look around you and feel disgruntled or annoyed with life ... when it would be so much easier to just be thankful for all that is good. And I'm completely talking to myself here. (Insert girl with raised hand emoji here.)

So on this first day of November I am thankful for my church. We've been going to our church since September of 2006. Our move to Houston was a rough one (mostly for me) and by the time we found Houston's First I assumed we would go one day and continue our never-ending search for a church. Instead, I just knew we were home before we even made it in the front door. God is kind of good like that ... because He knew I needed to feel grounded. Like many large churches, our church has several campuses with our pastor speaking at the main campus and his sermon is streamed to the smaller campuses. Our church has 4 campuses ... with one being in our neighborhood. Last year we made the switch to our neighborhood and haven't looked back since ... we so love it.

Today we started a new series called "Unstoppable". Because God is unstoppable. I have never thought of Him as unstoppable. Mighty? Yes. Powerful? Yes. Unstoppable? Nope. I've been pondering this all afternoon. Our worship pastors wrote a song with a line that says: 

When the world wants to silence You

I will stand for what I know is true

It feels like the world is against Christianity, the Church and God. And it is. And we have to be strong enough to stand up for what we know is true. And more importantly Who we know is true. Y'all. This is not the time for us to sit back and be quiet. Or scared. Or timid. This is the time for us to be in our communities being hope and light. This is the time for us to vote wisely. This is the time for us to stand for what we know is true. We can be scared and timid and quiet on another day, but not now.

So on November 1st I am thankful for my church and for my pastor who leads us with wisdom and truth. And if you are looking for a church home in Houston, can I recommend Houston's First ... it's a pretty fabulous place! And if you want to read more about our unstoppable God, our pastor wrote a book entitled Unstoppable Gospel about the journey our church took a few years ago to make a difference in our community, country and world. I will forever be thankful for the difference our church has made on our family ... it made the move to Houston so so so worth it!

Sovreign

Occasionally I get a wild hair that I will blog again. I know that it is a good outlet for me and that I really should do it more ... especially since I like to go back and remember where we were. And when I do, I am reminded again and again that God is sovereign.

This year in Chapel we have been singing Chris Tomlin's song "Sovereign". 

Sovereign in the mountain air

Sovereign on the ocean floor

With me in the calm

With me in the storm

Sovereign in my greatest joy

Sovereign in my deepest cry

With me in the dark

With me at the dawn

In your everlasting arms

All the pieces of my life

From beginning to the end

I can trust you

In your never failing love

You work everything for good

God whatever comes my way

I will trust you

And as I sang the song on week 2, I completely came undone. Because sitting beside me, singing along, playing with my hand, hugging me, smiling at me, batting her beautiful eyelashes at me was little sister. THE little sister from here.

Y'all. I cried when her name was on my list at the beginning of the year (and I knew it would be ... I've had 4 of her 5 siblings. And only 4 because 2 came through Kindergarten together. Boo.) I cried when she appeared in my room on the first day of school ... holding the hands of her two besties. Not because I was sad she was in my room, but because I was overcome. I remember well those days 4 years ago. I remember holding her in the airport. I remember every feeling when I found out she was coming home. I prayed hard for her ... long before I knew her name or that she had the most ah-mazing eyelashes.

They are beyond glorious. But I digress ...

And in that song I heard God whisper to me that yes. Yes He is sovereign. And if I begin to question or doubt or wonder His goodness I only need to look at that little face and remember. He is for me. He is fighting for me. He has a plan. He is oh so good. 

There is such freedom in resting in His goodness.

Today we celebrated her 6th birthday. I teared up. (I'm already waving the white flag ... it is just going to be a soggy year!) I am praying that this year goes by slooooowly ... May is going to be rough!

I am praying that God will remind me of His goodness ... that I will never forget or take for granted His faithfulness. He is good. He is good. He is good.

Summer Is Here

It happened today ... summer arrived! I got a little giddy after I was finished with my pity party that my littles are first graders. The end of the year is bittersweet for teachers. Mostly a lot of bitter.

So ... summer plans? There are lots this year. A trip to the beach. A trip to Orlando for a teaching conference right after. And then a quick family meet up at Glacier National Park to celebrate my sister's birthday. And that is just June.

And I will blog. And I've been TRYING to only space once after sentences ... because evidently only old people space twice. When did spacing once become a thing? And when did it become a thing that identified you as old? I'm pretty sure my typing teacher would disagree. And yes. I took typing in high school. I'm fairly confident that also identifies me as old.

And I will enjoy Torrey being home. Because she is. With ALL her stuff. Which begs the question ... when did she get so much stuff? And why does she have so many clothes? And so many Tri Delta shirts? 

We will not discuss the shoes.

I also have other plans. I'm going to try to figure out calligraphy. There will be visits to the Library. And Starbucks. And Target before 9 in the morning. And craft projects. And cleaning out the garage ... but, good news peeps! The closet does not need to be cleaned out this year. Oh I kid. It needs to be cleaned, but only a little. Perhaps I've turned a corner on my messy closet-ness.

And pretty much the month of July will be spent getting Torrey's new dorm room ready ... because she has big ideas of how she wants it to look. I've learned from last year though. I won't make her room too cozy ... because I want her to come home more than she did last year!

I fully intend to make this summer count ... because all too soon I will be back in my little room with a new group of littles. Not gonna lie ... I'm giddy to go back already!

Monday

Mondays are hard. 

I should make that into a tee-shirt. But, seriously, I spent my morning dwelling so much in the hard, wishing for Spring Break, wanting the day to be over ... that I nearly missed the blessing that is Monday.

For one thing ... my desk is clean. Oh I joke. Because at the beginning of the year I went all rogue and got rid of my desk. But my little area is clean. I can't guarantee this will still be true once Wednesday rolls around.

For another ... my littles come in having spent the weekend missing me. They are a bit over me by the time Friday rolls around.

And also ... one of my littles brought me in a gift. A venus fly trap. When a mosquito hawk ventured into our room they started chanting to "feed the plant! feed the plant!" Um, that just seemed wrong. But, before the week is over I may have to find an insect to actually feed to the plant ... although I don't remember seeing that anywhere on my contract!

And then this ... it was supposed to rain all day today. Which means no recess. Which in Kindergarten language is pretty much the same thing as the Bataan Death March. But the rain didn't come and recess happened ... which makes me a hero in my littles eyes.

And finally this ... at some point in the day I stopped dreading Monday and started enjoying it. And in the day I found grace, and laughter, and unexpected hugs, and joy. If I had kept myself in the dreading of the day I would have missed out on the good of the day. 

So, I guess I should come up with a new tee-shirt idea ... 

Hello Monday! I'm glad you are here!

March the First

It is March 1st. March. I cannot believe it. February feels like it was a blink of the eye ...

I interject here to say that in January I told myself that I would start to blog again in February. Ya. That. Did. Not. Happen. I'm going to blame the bitter cold.

Anyways ... here we are in March. It used to be a ho hum month for me ... and then came 1996 and the arrival of Torrey. And March was forever changed for me. 

Lots has been going on in our little world. We put our house on the market and sold it kind of quickly ... we moved into a rental 10 days before Christmas. We are now trying to decide where we will live ... stay in our current neighborhood? Move into Houston? Build? Renovate? Crazy big decisions. Currently my vote is to buy the rental and renovate it ... because I absolutely love this house! Not so much the kitchen. Or the floors. Or the baseboards. Or the bathrooms. But other than those things I love it. I think what I love most is that we are completely at peace in this house. 

Also about the time of the move, we found out Torrey has a spot in the sorority house next year. We are all excited about the fun that will bring her. We are so thankful for the sweet sisters that God gave her.

My little class grew by one after Christmas. There were growing pains ... for me. My littles (once again) taught me much in the love and the acceptance they showed to our new friend. I can't imagine my world without him now. 

When we moved, we moved Sophie the cat into our room. It was the only place she could go in the new house without the dogs. For the past 11 years she has hidden and been fearful and afraid ... but now? She is a brand new cat. When I said we were all at peace I really meant we were ALL at peace.

Torrey is months from being a sophomore. IN COLLEGE. Please excuse me while I freak out. She has started her education classes. One of my best texts came the day of her first education class when she informed me SHE LOVES HER EDUCATION CLASS!!! I knew she would.

We switched church campuses this fall. Our church has a campus in our neighborhood and we finally made the switch. We love it! Dean is teaching a class again. We are excited to see what God is going to do in our little neighborhood.

A hodge podge post on the first of March ... not promising I will be back tomorrow ... but you never know!